Braaaaaaaaaaains........
So on my first day off after returning back to work, I have emerged with a question: what the hell am I supposed to do with a baby who is awake for long periods of time but can't yet really *do* anything? Of course, we read to him, and I show him different things around the house, but...well, I just gotta wonder how much of it gets through to that teensy little brain. I suppose I'm already a horrible parent, but after about 45 minutes of amusing Aidan with songs I make up or stories I read, I'm praying he's ready to pass out.
Occasionally he gets this really good zombie look on, and spaces for five or ten minues. During that time, he won't follow anything with his eyes, he won't really move at all, and he won't look at me. He really looks more like he's stroking out than he is "drinking in the world" (which is how all the flower-smoking hippie childcare gurus describe it). I mean, he's happy to look at a WALL. With nothing on it-- no decorations, one solid color. If only I were amused as easily; think how much more carefree the world would be if your idea of a good time on a Friday night was to drink some milk and stare at a wall.
Speaking of drinking milk, Aidan took his first bottle today-- from moi. He had no problem with it at all, and has breast-fed since, so that's a good sign. What I did have a problem with was the bottle warmer. That thing.....man, that thing just ain't RIGHT. You plug the thing in, pour in a tiny bit of water, insert the bottle, and press a button. About a minute later, the bottle is warm. Me, not really thinking too much about how this would be possible, grabbed the bottle as soon as the light went off (indicating the bottle was ready.) Yeah, it was hot. REALLY hot. Because the way the warmer heats the bottle is by converting the water you put in it into steam, and surrounding the bottle with it. Which means the WHOLE DAMN BOTTLE feels like the surface of the sun when you remove it. Yet, the milk inside the bottle still isn't warm enough. So, wincing, you go through the whole thing again only to find the bottle is now too hot, and it must be cooled.
Super.
I think I'd be better off staring at a wall or something.
Occasionally he gets this really good zombie look on, and spaces for five or ten minues. During that time, he won't follow anything with his eyes, he won't really move at all, and he won't look at me. He really looks more like he's stroking out than he is "drinking in the world" (which is how all the flower-smoking hippie childcare gurus describe it). I mean, he's happy to look at a WALL. With nothing on it-- no decorations, one solid color. If only I were amused as easily; think how much more carefree the world would be if your idea of a good time on a Friday night was to drink some milk and stare at a wall.
Speaking of drinking milk, Aidan took his first bottle today-- from moi. He had no problem with it at all, and has breast-fed since, so that's a good sign. What I did have a problem with was the bottle warmer. That thing.....man, that thing just ain't RIGHT. You plug the thing in, pour in a tiny bit of water, insert the bottle, and press a button. About a minute later, the bottle is warm. Me, not really thinking too much about how this would be possible, grabbed the bottle as soon as the light went off (indicating the bottle was ready.) Yeah, it was hot. REALLY hot. Because the way the warmer heats the bottle is by converting the water you put in it into steam, and surrounding the bottle with it. Which means the WHOLE DAMN BOTTLE feels like the surface of the sun when you remove it. Yet, the milk inside the bottle still isn't warm enough. So, wincing, you go through the whole thing again only to find the bottle is now too hot, and it must be cooled.
Super.
I think I'd be better off staring at a wall or something.
posted by Clueless Dad | 4:33 PM
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